Cruelty Is Passe.
Ugly work of tyrants,
Kings,
Monarchs.
Those whom use fear:
Both tool –
Plus weapon.
Used to call me cruelest,
Of all.
My pretty words,
Cutting deep into muscle fibers,
Of thy hearts.
Do you think I enjoy despair?
Disgusting.
Crave laughter.
Smiles.
After such a dark, sordid past.
Cruelty Is Passe.
